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Oh hello. I am Ava and I am 17. Strawberries and Cream and novels are my favorite things.


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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

yes yes yes...
ahhhhhh...

tmr is the day!
the beginning of our esplanade concert
and the end of everything..

hmph...
gonna really miss these days..
somehow prepping for the concerts makes guitar sessions more meaningful and exciting..

=((

and yea.. after tmr..
its gonna end.
dont know what im going to do but there's really nth i can do.
i dont even know how i feel abt it..
maybe it was just an illusion..
again.

things are gonna change..
but they've always been ever-changing..

geez.. i sound like some psychologist suffering from depression or sth..

well, i guess i will just really enjoy myself a lot tmr
and be contented it has happened=)

there isnt a never-ending story in life.. so.. jie an shun bian lorh.
LOL.

haha... must take loads of pictures tmr..
even thou i always say tt sometimes im still lazy to take..
see my mood la..
lol

anyway, thankew fiona n cheryl n audrey who are going..
man, they are the only ppl whom i know are going..
poor muah~

lol...
haix.. better get going before mum starts talking abt my grades again =X

*cant figure how what is this kind of feeling: a mixture of happiness and pain.. a pinch of sour and some tenderness.. but overall warm and nice and fuzzy=)*

im weird-_=

GUITAR JIA YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

music is life
GUITAR IS LOVE